Luyện nghe bài hát Super Market

(tyler)
in this fucking line at ralphs granola bars,
left my members card and now this shit gon' an extra charge,
this old bitch in front of me a color printer,
tv dinners, tampons, soy paint thinner,
(domo)
so here i am, at the for some chips,
that imma pay for dimes, nickels, and quaters and shit,
and im still high so, im to dip,
but cut through the line, to get out of this bitch
(tyler)
what the fuck, who the fuck gay nigga in fake gucci,
numbers, whatever, wood chain with a Jesus,
hey you, the fuck you think you doing?
(domo)
nigga you, im just eating ruffles,
got a lot of foo,
so why dont you fucking that stupid look on your face
(tyler)
dont me shoot up this place, with lightsabers and guns,
and caps at knee caps to make it harder to run,
and put your ankles in some boards and water for fun,
(domo)
nigga im a samurai, cut skinny ass in half,
look up at the after math some fucking hash and laugh
(tyler)
im a fucking ninja and a and im from comptom,
better pick a better option, 'for nikes get to stompin'
chomping at oxygen chord you fat fake kennan thompson,
like a virgin cherry we can get it poppin'
(domo)
i bet you lock and drop it faggot, bitch you from compton,
dumbo ears you marry poppin with the piece gil' was rocking,
i will fucking your ass, box logos through the glass,
ill hit you like you skipping class, lee would get the math,
(tyler)
oh really? youre silly, tip drills to nilly,
get them no (?) cuz kiara might kill me,
im grabbing 2 kitchen knives and stabbing this ice cube look alike to show you a with attitude,
(domo)
wait i heard about you from other nigga earl,
how you tavel to milan and now it likes gilrs,
ill roundhouse you, a fucking basket,
push you into a old bagging plastic,
you get the message ill stomp you into potholes,
and then you up with shells but your used to eating tacos,
(tyler)
oh a taco joke, smoke i heard your album,
sound like some a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote,
im insulted shit, damn grab the charmin,
nevermind these monica her nigga armin,
(domo)
swift maids, blades, made of thick incition in em',
red dot his forehead cuz into hinduism,
and who happen to be your listeners,
doobies roll your booty alexis know the thruthie bro,
(tyler)
oh a lexus, i all that around the wester himesphere
all of kiaras ex's,
and bet this, im a motherfucking monster, fuck talk and ill stab you with this rocket launcher.
(domo)
I cock the beam back, im aiming for Supreme hats
go to hell i that burn you like green backs
(tyler)
you don't mean that, you faggot ill get your back and I'll it
And strangle you with that fuckin jacket
fall, bitch give me
im takin all and fleein the scene on Rufus
my evil walrus, bitch, you, im out
(domo)
im high as fuck and I call for all this
imma get on my shit wait, here's my carcass